Dear future,
I mean. Things are again, weird.
It’s been grey in L.A. for MONTHS. We’ve been hit with June gloom since March. I’ve never seen that before and according to born and raised Angelenos, neither did they.
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It looks like most US folks have tried GPT by now. Most folks understand that life sustained by jobs is OVER and yet, we’re pretending that that is not the case. We just need to uh, well, no one wants to say UBI is necessary. But it is.
Programmers know that they don’t need junior developers anymore, executives know now that they can get rid of at least 50% of their marketing teams —potentially more the better GPT gets and everyone is like “we’re doing OK, unemployment is low!”.
It’s giving XXXL dissociation.
Meanwhile governments are having conversations with AI creators that are, considering the impact on all of us, a bit too secretive to my taste.
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Speaking of dissociation, COVID! Aren’t we all acting a bit too much like it’s all over when this shit is still mutating? Sure, it looks like everyone only gets a little sick now. But it’s a little sick a little bit all the little time too. It still worries me.
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I noticed here that most people now don’t even use their turn signals anymore. That means that at every single intersection as a driver behind one of those MFs, you have to be prepared for them to jump on brakes and make a turn while you do the same but stay straight. It’s maddening and completely unhinged. People are sedated through their phones, it’s starting to truly make me uncomfortable. With the city toying with the number of lanes? Just wild.
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Obviously the racist murders happening around, grabbing my shoulders in the dark, nurturing anxiety and stress.
And the thing is, I’m personally pretty good right now. The contrast is bugging me.